Tag: Short Stories

“Time, it doth wither the heartiest of blooms; But the branch it doth remain; To wait for Time itself to yearn; For to see its blooms again.” Hodgson, 2016. When writing any history of human endeavour, countless examples exist of […]

It was Tues., Jan. 12th, 9.p.m. The president was about to give his State of the Union address. I was hovering between sleep and wakefulness for the past six days. My usual insomnia significantly worsened after eye surgery necessitated that I […]

Hail to the Cheese A story by FOI Pat O’Connell ‘Mr Allen, what makes you think that you can replace Mr Trump as President in 2020? You will be 85 then’, asked moderator Megyn Kelly ‘Ms Kelly, may I congratulate […]

continued from Issue 30… In the library… Gladys: Can you hear something? Alice: I can hear lots of things when I’m meant to. Gladys: No, I meant just then. It was a long way off, but sounded like someone calling […]

Frank is on his way out of town, retracing his steps with heart beating to an erratic tune: sometimes calm, sometimes mad. After all, he feels he’s late for a very important Kate. He begins a soliloquy: I am marred […]

continued from Issue 29… Gladys: Well, Alice Pleasance Liddell, I think it’s time we found your parents and let them know you’re safe, don’t you? Alice: They’re not here. They didn’t come with me. Mavis: So who did bring you, […]

A Salutary Tale by Jack Mienhoff The rutted dirt road went on for miles before it broke into a clearing. The sun’s last rays of light flashing over the horizon exposed a huge pyramid type structure, from end to end […]

UNCOMMON DENOMINATOR A Salutary tale by Jack Mienhoff Chapter 2 I arrived early, two hours to be exact, taking time to scout out the neighborhood before settling in at a corner pub not fifty feet from the pickup spot. The […]

GET BACK (TO WHERE YOU ONCE BELONGED) Z awoke to a most peculiar sensation. He was on his back but wholly comfortable. He even felt his skin crawl instead of the usual when his legs would do the moving. The […]

Nordic Noir A story by Pat McConnell The telephone jolted Senior Detective Gunnar Gunnarson from his deep thinking. It was Detective Aneke Mikkelsen, his deputy. ‘Hi Gunnar, it’s Aneke, there’s been another one, you had better come quickly. The dead […]